What are you looking for... [ Amuro drives the 00 forward with a burst of speed and light, throwing it into a hard bank with the intent of flanking the Nu rather than remaining in its trajectory. He can't control it by thought alone, but the nature of its movement is so clean that his precision accounts for the rhythm of its nuances. The greater the speed, the more Amuro begins to feel as if the machine is molding itself to him like a second skin. A slower, more reactionary process.
The Nu, by contrast, looks like a monster in Setsuna's hands. Wild force made tangible by the strength of his will starting to resonate with the Psycoframe. One that Amuro still does not feel fear from, not so long as the 00's Twin Drives constantly feed raw kinetics into his head, opening up his senses to melt away the silence of space.
Amuro wheels the 00 to face him head on with binders flared; there is light emerging from the Nu's cockpit. ] What are you searching for, Setsuna!
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The Nu, by contrast, looks like a monster in Setsuna's hands. Wild force made tangible by the strength of his will starting to resonate with the Psycoframe. One that Amuro still does not feel fear from, not so long as the 00's Twin Drives constantly feed raw kinetics into his head, opening up his senses to melt away the silence of space.
Amuro wheels the 00 to face him head on with binders flared; there is light emerging from the Nu's cockpit. ] What are you searching for, Setsuna!